His Great Game (Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 34: The Calm Before the Storm

A/N: HOOO BOY I'M BACK. So sorry for the long wait, writer's block and shows and performances and finishing junior year, all that jazz. Thank you all soooooo much for 85K!!! 100K is so close I can taste it... Anyways let's just get right to it. John POV is back by popular demand and I did not proofread, so if you see mistakes just comment and I'll get to them :) Love you, enjoy!

(John's POV)

THE PERSONAL BLOG OF DOCTOR JOHN H. WATSON

March 12th

'The Woman'

I can't say much about the actual case because Mycroft has threatened to throw me out of the country, but-

"Oh no, don't put that." (Y/n)'s disapproving tone halted my typing fingers. I frowned and looked over at her. She was sitting next to me on the sofa, legs drawn up on the couch and angled towards me so she could watch me type. Her delicate fingers curled around her warm mug of morning coffee, and her hair glittered in the sun rays escaping through the curtains. My frown melted. Angelic, as always.

During the past month and a half, she had made it her personal goal to spend more time with me, saying that it was unhealthy for someone to spend all their time with their significant other, anyways. This was how we usually did it- curled up on the sofa, throwing ideas back and forth. I had asked her about it once. 'What, I can't spend time with my best friend?' had come her easy reply. Best friend. Not exactly the words I wanted to hear, but I was glad to have even gotten that far.

"Why not? That is what happened," I countered, shaking off my thoughts.

She smiled, an utterly contagious smile, and took a small sip of her coffee. "Well, it's not very professional."

I scoffed playfully. "Oh, so you're the expert now, are you?"

"Yes," she replied very seriously. For a moment I almost believed her, but the mischief sparkling in her (e/c) eyes gave it away. I chuckled lightly.

"Oh, sod off, will you?" I nudged her lightly with my elbow.

She gave an over-dramatic gasp of indignity. "I most certainly will not. Give it here, 'Doctor Watson'." Before I even had time to laugh at her antics, she set down her coffee mug and plucked the computer out of my lap in one swift move.

"Oh, for God's sake, (Y/n) ..." I reached for my laptop.

"Nuh-uh." She waved a tantalizing finger at me and I obediently retreated. "Watch and learn, Johnny Boy."

"Johnny Boy? H- Hey! Don't erase it all!" I leaned over her shoulder and watched helplessly as she erased the entirety of the entry. I shot her a playful glare.

"What?" She asked innocently. "It's not like you even had a full sentence, anyways."

After a moment of internal debate, I sighed. "Alright," I mumbled, "Carry on." I watched as her fingers danced nimbly over the keyboard.

I can't say much about the actual case because...

There was a moment of silence. "What's that one law?"

I furrowed my brow and looked her in the eye. "Huh?"

"You know," she flailed her hands around, desperately searching for the right words. An adorable looked of frustration passed over her face "The... thing."

I quirked a fond smile. "Some expert you are."

"Oh, just take it." She shoved the computer back onto my lap with an indignant huff and crossed her arms, a pout forming on her lips. I chuckled and began to type once more.